// don't you fight my hold on you //
He arrives at the meeting spot ahead of time – just in time to stand there with an umbrella made of flame to try and prevent the rain from drizzling down onto him (even if he’s found a small amount of cover from the taller edges of the building). He spots Thalassa just about the time she’s tugging her boot from the mud with a pop that seems to echo around the area despite the amount of people flitting here and there.
Once she makes it up to his side, he flashes her a shark toothed grin, letting the heat of the flame above him extend toward her as the fire umbrella becomes bigger. “In fairness, it is not usually this bad.” He announces – as if he’s got plenty of experience with Flowerbirth in the Hollowed Grounds (he doesn’t).
“Oh, did the Blood Moon effect you as well?” He asks, curiosity glittering in his gaze before the movement of the mud creatures captures his attention as well. “I was there long enough for someone to throw their drink at me and thus making me utilize my haunt, and then I left.” A slight shrug has his shoulders drooping before his perfect posture resumes. His hands shift on the handle of his cane, before one hand lifts it to point at the street. “Where are we heading to, darling?” He asks.
Once she makes it up to his side, he flashes her a shark toothed grin, letting the heat of the flame above him extend toward her as the fire umbrella becomes bigger. “In fairness, it is not usually this bad.” He announces – as if he’s got plenty of experience with Flowerbirth in the Hollowed Grounds (he doesn’t).
“Oh, did the Blood Moon effect you as well?” He asks, curiosity glittering in his gaze before the movement of the mud creatures captures his attention as well. “I was there long enough for someone to throw their drink at me and thus making me utilize my haunt, and then I left.” A slight shrug has his shoulders drooping before his perfect posture resumes. His hands shift on the handle of his cane, before one hand lifts it to point at the street. “Where are we heading to, darling?” He asks.
Astaroth
// pour the gasoline, strike your match on me //
